Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

I'm not for favors
not
I up in the sky......
all the rockets fall (fall down)
too many
too many
too many for me to know

Sometimes I sit the markers
and contemplate my life
says less sympathetic-
"a little more unconditional was buried here"

"But it lived
and it died
it never from them
it was inside......"

I don't care if time just us by
I can the change......
but not the
too many
too many
too many for me to know

Sometimes I sit the markers
and contemplate my life
says something less
"a little more unconditional respect was here"

"But it lived
and it never
it never from them
it was inside......"

Thy soul shall find alone
'Mid thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
thine hour of secrecy.

Be in that solitude,
Which is not for then
The spirits of the dead, who
In before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their
Shall overshadow be still.

The night, clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not down
From their high in the Heaven
With light hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, beam,
To thy weariness seem
As a and a fever
Which cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou not banish,
Now are visions to vanish;
thy spirit shall they pass
No more, dew-drop from the grass.